Novel & Cerita My Possessive Mafia

I said out loud. "What do you mean 'dealing place'?" I questioned as he chuckled "Well they are in the mafia sweetheart so they need some place they can own which they already do. So anyway, they also wanted this one." He said and rubbed his forehead. "but it's yours." I said in confusion as he laughed. "you don't know them Sophie they own the whole damn country," he snapped as I stood up. "I promise I'll get it back." I said as he scoffed and muttered a low 'good luck'.

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

They took care of the business for me while I was unavailable for a certain amount of time, and they have done well increasing our race’s wealth and power. ‘Dimitri, do you have good news for me?’ I asked, my anxiety still lingering just on the surface of my skin. ’Su-Anateph,’ he answered, preferring to use my title whenever we communicate privately, but in public, he uses the familial term, ‘brother.’ ‘I have promising leads earlier. I found that these werewolves now operate as a mafia,’ he shared and my forehead creased. Mafia? As in mobsters of the modern society?

He sighs, his hands clasping my wrists, restraining my abusive outburst towards him. "As I previously stated, you are my property, and I reserve the right to do with you as I please." He hisses in my ear. "You will always belong to the Mafia, your crimes will forever bind you to us for the rest of your life," he says with amusement. I take a step back from him, yanking my hands-free from his embrace, and pick up the gun again, cocking it back and aiming it directly at his head. Attempting a bullseye shot..

“It belongs to maybe some criminal group or family from Xafran. A mafia maybe.” Morana cringed her face at my words as if that was the most outrageous thing she had ever heard. “Mafia? MAFIA! This logo cannot belong to anyone. It has an existence of its own and comes only to those who it chooses for its plans. Plans that lead to doom,” Morana said. “Plan?” I asked.

Emilio said menacingly. “You can’t do that. I did my research. That man owns almost all of New York, Chicago, and other important states in the U.S. Not only does he own those hotspots, but he also owns all of Ibiza. He is cordial with almost all the mafia organizations, or he threatened them to be on his side. It would be a losing game.” “Fuck!” Emilio cursed.

Their professional lives eroded our family. They always tried to pacify me that I should move with them but I didn't like this idea as It would create a distance between me and Kiara. My known one's always considered me a saint by my behaviour and only I know what type of saint I am ! No one can ever think that a boy like me can indulge in Mafia . MAFIA .. YES ,Mafia. I am the leader of a mafia community which was recently inherited by my father because of my extra capabilities.

I presume you want to have a little fun with her before we sell her to the highest bidder? Francesco licked his lips and rubbed his groin, ‘"Certo padre, lei imparerà cosa vuol dire essere posseduti dalla mafia italiana e quando le avrò insegnato ad obbedire trovare un acquirente per lei sarà facile, è una vera bellezza.’ [Of course Father, she will learn what it is like to be possessed by the Italian Mafia and when I have taught her to obey finding a buyer for her will be easy, she is a real beauty]

I said calmly. “Why?” She looked at my face and her eyes were showing such a good deal of confusion. “Because I'm their enemy.” “And what did you do to become their enemy?” She finally asked what I feared the most. I never felt so helpless at that moment. Either way, I had to answer her. So, I closed my eyes. I didn't have the guts to look into her eyes and lie to her. “Because I’m a bloody mafia leader. I belong to such a darkness where I have to kill to stay alive.”